Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 108 of the 1945 volume:

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Q4 ,gay 5, L ,Z 2 Q r 'CV' be 4 fi ' J if 'D ,ar . 5. 0 IVY I L, li 15 7' KD DJ If 51 ' ' o i 4 '- f.:..i,+'9 . I 1' 1. 6, ' 15 5. 1 x THIS YEAR WE WISH TO DEDICATE THE MILESTONE TO Urf Miss Pearl COtt6'ral, who taught at C. P. S. from its foundf ing in 1906 until her retirement in 1941. However, Miss Cotteral has remained active in her interest in the school through her membership on the Board of Trustees. Since she had no recent photographs available, We decided to print her favorite one, her graduation picture, and we found it our favorite too. During her association at C. P. S., she has earned the deepest affection of all of us and we of the school are sincerely grateful for all that she has given us and the school. page 3 111 I ll Z? 13 7' CD DY 1? We Wish to thank our many generous friends who helped us to make this Milestone possible: V Mr. and Mrs. LeRoy Ballinger Mr. and Mrs. .lean Bennett Mrs. Henry Bolce The Student Council Mr. Thomas Craig Mr. and Mrs. Allan Crain Mr. J. W. Crothers Palm Brothers Decalcomania Co. The Dramatic Club Mr. and Mrs. Louis Fankhauser Dr. and Mrs. Lee Foshay Mr. and Mrs. B. J. Gantt Mr. and Mrs. Francis Geiger The Glee Club Mr. and Mrs. B. F. Heald Mr. and Mrs. John Herr Mr. Carl Hertenstein The Hetherington Kennels Mr. and Mrs. G. Baillie Houliston Mr. and Mrs. Clark Hungerford Mrs. Margaret Keck Mrs. C. L. Koehler Mr. Gliver Larkby Mr. and Mrs. Fred Legg Mr. John Lloyd Mr. and Mrs. H. E. Lockwood Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Meyer Meyer Eff Rixey Insurance Mrs. George Noyes Mr. and Mrs. Alan Payler Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Rogan Dr. and Mrs. C. K. Riddle Mrs. L. K. Shepard Mr. and Mrs. Richard Stanley Mr. and Mrs. Walter Tange man Mr. C. D. Thomson Mr. and Mrs. George Vinsonhaler Mr. Charlton Wallace Mrs. E. A. Woods Mr. and Mrs. Lucien Wulsin Two Graduates page 4 Rd' I lL L? IS 7' CD FV Z? RSX THE EoARD GF TRUSTEES MISS RUTH RUSSELL JONES President MISS PEARL COTTERAL MISS ANGE R. FARAN Vice President Secretary and Treasurer MRS. WILLIAM H. HESSLER FACULTY Mary L. Alexander. . .,....,,,.....,.. Art Elizabeth Burkely .... . . ,..,........ .Dramatics Jane Borst ..,...., ,,,, H ead of English Department Martha W. Carey .,....,... ......,.,.... H ead of Physical Education Margaret B. Geisler ....,..,......,....... . .... First and Second Grades Edith A. Hall ...I . . .Social Studies and English Jessie F. Jones, . Ruth R. Jones. . Shirley Kemper, . Arloine Neufeld. Camilla H. Park. Ann Rife ...... Louise Serodinoff Augusta Smith. . Roberta Sudhoif. Nelly Tripet .... Jean Walsh .... .. ......,..,. X6 ........ . . ,.............,.,........Kindergarten . . . .Head of History Department Third and Fourth Grades , . . .Head of Science Department Assistant, Physical Education . . ,...,.......,,..,. French Latin and Spanish Choral Singing and Music Appreciation . . . , . . . . . . .Head of French Department , . . . .......,...... Head of Mathematics Department SENIOR CLASS COUNSELOR Ruth Russell Jones page 5 T? vf '4 MILESTONE THE ANNUAL BOARD Lila Gantt .,.. Nancy Early. . . jane Becker. , . Gill Crain ...,. Dorothy Meyer .... jean Ballinger . . Meg Bryant ..,. Mabel Riddle .... .. . Miss Borst Literary Advisor ART Ann Vail Ann F59 Jane Mclntyre Molly Maish Haven Jones jill Chapman Jean Zeigler Polly Perry Kay Wallingford Charlene Diserens Libby Foshay Edwin and James Eyrich EditorfinfChief Assistant Editor Business Manager Literary Editor . . . .Art Editor Snap Shot Editor Social Editor . Advertising Editor FACULTY ADVISORS Mrs. Alexander Miss Walsh Art Advisor Business Advisor ANNUAL BOARDS SOCIAL LITERARY AND CAMERA BUSINESS Janet Dill Chastine Hardy Harriet Biery Ellen Van Antwerp Cynthia Wyman Sally Fry Jane Vinsonhaler Carol Lockwood Pamela Steward Anne Forester Ruth Harrison Marguerite Eoshay Margaret Ann White Eleanor Vinke Celia Bennett page 6 Carolyn Stanley jean Wallace Elizabeth Carson Jacky Hewitt Barbara Hill Patsy Geiger Betsy Dill Betty Resor Suzanne Mougey Jody Morgans Ann Regan cfolf? PRESIDENT .. MEG BRYA NT wer: DREs1DE:Nr.MABEL RIDDLE ' TRU-X5URE'R..5UE DOM f,, 2 t I , xi ' ff ff ' '-' 1' Rx ! 7 if WM, 1 V. rl , , 'NME I 1 wwifff 1' V4 A - XX 34 f ri 3 1 ' fi I isa Ak'A A4 wi gig , , 2' Q 'Diem '9:fzm.., - ' , 355 h6'?m'X Q Q! bw un.. 949. img? 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XAQQDL LUCIE LEE HOULISTON icbwm CX f,L-.qwn vm Qs, K u 'do-QL , X,.g,rK-Q-kg, 8 MILESTONE Y r3QuM - Q5-QrxQ,.,Q .bgxgkgl mx. grpcb 'iV'x.9..,Q:L, -9...m,.fqJt -fL3.J..,4..O 'EQ LL!-x!QJ F- 'SSJSA g,N-J-1.1-nt., K-gyxiv QXLY-lx., A ' Kwai g 'QCA 35 MQFXQHLQL Q E ', ,CKLQL SALLY ANN MATHIS Q.,O 5' J. QL'OT.uQ KW - Q L+ H M A1925 S652-MN BQ O,U.AoM-L-.wok ,X-x 3 XJO, - Page 19 W .MILESTONE -Siam 'ED-tk-3. 4 QE?-C, E33 ' cxxncg CL F 'ilcb-NCS 4: C.c:5u1QSQi.D Q37 3-Q-QSJQQXX kbamox QED- CDJTS., ki GM Q R I mgfgilssmgu KW?-G'-W5 Ci ml Uicsvx H085 kigzsxi, L5Z Qumlmlx W1 E9-St of ussum 159-QMS ' ok Q..'Q.S. OJJMCD in Qpmcb, 92235: Kucil Cxkxo Bam D H TCHINSON MEYER I Z, 1? 13 7' CD PV I? MABEL HAYES RIDDLB page 21 rss- ,L 015' L.. .A 'FH X V -N.: X x A z f 4 9 ,V ' ' T-af-w.f.q Q my I ' A w- ,P t . , .. V4 ,, N ,. V Q' '- ' ff, 3,5 Q .. 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Second Row-Betty MeGz1rry, Betty Benzing, Debby Wilder, Anne Upson, Patty Armstrong. Third RowfRuth Wendell, Monette Andraud, Emily Gest, Cameron Dill, Sally Clapp, Lon Gre , ro Carrier, Ann Vail, Harriet Biery, Margy Koehlerkn at . Not in Picture---Chastine Hardy. V T,,:'iirioi'xfYk+ ' 'i e ,BC fl 53435 ' CTXSS Qi bg.. 8 J 'f 41.2 ,Q , President ....... ...,..,.. QQ .qbcxfxlfdofi lappa , is , Sfwgx JN X Vice President. , . ...., .... O .A,19yj3h5QyJilder E 0 QM. , A! ' gn I H 'l!ffQg1SUfCf .... , . . .....,... 4 O SV if 1,5 l Y' l 1 1 ff W CLASS COUNSELUR K Y ig ff Miss Smith 9 4 ll ,fp ' l 1 K7 i -I K page 24 P mauve ILESTONE SOPHOMQRES First Row fsacatevgll--'Left to Right H Ellen Van Antwerp, Janet Woorl. Cynthia Wyiiigiiw, Sally VJ1ulsworth, Karlanne Foley. Second Row-Evie Perry, Ann Rixey, Mary Biddle, Judy Price, Virginia Otterhein, Sully Fry, loan Geisler. Third Row-'Freddy Maue, jane Mclntyrc, Margaret Duhme, Anne Mclntyre, Beirhxirzl Wilcler. CLASS OFFICERS President ...,. ..............,,. .... j u dy Price Treasurer .... ..... , .... ..., K a rlanne Foley X3 MW CLASS COUNSELOR Miss Vvlalsh page 25 fc M .J ,lla All fb C tw - 'Tix K , tg 5 ltd' Q50 Huff 'w..Qw C N , All Ax , ,L j ' 4 Y I L E S T O lr I fx f f 4 1 D J' A in W Glu. FRESHMEN First Row CSeatedl-Left to Right-Ellen Tangeman, Cynthia Shouse, Janna B331 Houston, Ann Wright. 1 i Second Row-Susan Eyrich, Barbara Warne, Molly Maish, Betty Chapman, Dot Wood, Jane Vinsonhaler, - j Betsey Wulsin, Kitty Beall Morris. Third Row+Nancy Foshay, Caroline Stanley, Carolyn Marsh, Clorinda Goltra, Toni Avery, Katie Lahusen, P Helen Griley, Peggy Shaffer, Elizabeth Carson, Anne Durham. IA , 'V N ' rj., ' j T at ,FAJ I gal- ,jf-'fl N- 'rw' ' ' l- i 1 Not in Picture-Suzanne Robertson, Bernice Dowd. W ' L , W, A A 5 5 .fb if - ' -Q ' 1 M y. . X, Q17 5- QW E Q CLASS OFFICE Q W ' 5 Egessrggit .......... ,.......... f . ....... Kitty eall Morris V, 5 X A 5 Vice President .....,... ......... T oni Avery 3 fl if X J , ff J rf M, 5 'jfreasurer ..,.,.....,... ...... M olly Maish ' 1 fi 1 L 5 5.9 Q' X' xy ' I 3 5 . ,, , 2 9 3 3 CLASS COUNSELOR , ,Nj ,. , J ? 5 Q6 Mademoiselle Tripet VA -Ear I-ms? page 26 VPC 'v-a-:Ga-W-.QM-wma I ' SEA - o Ulvw-1 saggy- ax-u.n,q.. 3, W I7 jf X E V! Xi Q Q. A-LL-Q , VQQMIXLESTON .ff - fc f' f f f ,nf-fc, , ,, -1,7 V V ff , X Q, , , XL L' ' f 1, : ,g2' J if 1,, V, f EIGHTH GRADE First Row CSeatedJfLeft to Right- -Polly Keck, Charlotte Craig, Joan Dryden, Jean Wallace, Joyce Bennet. - Second R'ow'fCharlotte Hook, Sandra Hauck, Nancy Fast, Nancy Crothers, Carol Lockwood, Haven Jones, Patsy Stanley. Third Row-Jean Schmidlapp, Jacqueline Hewitt, E alueth Lloyd, Patty Streeter. Not in PictureYSharon Payle X ' -...,. M C, -sq J wk ss OFPICERS QE I President .,..,..,. .N . ....,.... ' .....,. ,.... C harlotte Craig AQ ' ,I Vice Presi t. . , . . . . . ,..,.. ....., , Nancy Fast l fb? Treasurer. . . . . ,,..... ..,...... .,.... J e an Schmidlapp eww Qlfifi-U it I ' 9 ' X fl CLASS COUNSELOR A J PWR Mrs. Bufkeiy in-X T in A efwfpl sbwf ' W X... ,iv-,, ,I I ,X V ' Adm iff? 4539 -J flbl- lx SNS ' ' Slam ik Nik LNQLMQMQ N17 F it A s 1 To Page 27 L - X133 - f e ffl 9- f ,M l L, ln MILESTONE I F l l 4' , ,ff W- N, , 4,15 'Q ' , 'V First Row CSeatedJ- -Left to Rightw-fAi5la!:fA olin,TNQQgla She-uiard, Charlene Simons. Second Rows-Betty Hu11ge ZljAfC3rgfK ,,i4dls Lgmi.gaQ',TfHChapman. If 5. 'M -f ,f VV Dil' N , I I Not in Picturef-Qngglldgegg. f -J f X ,If 9 fwugzgffy V' J JN? Jr ,fi !Q.A,SBfOFETCERS gf Nl ii-A:f rf 'Sv 3,3 A r , X 'Pye A . jx .nj ...,...,.., ..,... 1 ill Chapman ffl-77qy if easu1f9-55 . gf ...,. .... B arbara Hill lxxfff 24:41 7, X ' 4 w ! f l '- -1715 fx Q, K bad! if Q ,Y YN x K X MW! My Ag CLASS CQUNSELOR 3 9 9- .N Miss Park Q X Goa W . G if ,w. 2ywN Wylmjigg I gp ' , J MMM lffwcdfsb MILESTONE FIFTH AND SIXTH GRADES First Rowflxft to Right-'Penelope Herr, Betsy Dill. Second Row-if Aline Andraud, Polly Perry, Frances Hauck, Anne Woods, Ruth Harrison. Third Row-Phyllis Warne, jean Zeigler, Barbara Bolce, Patricia Geiger, Elizabeth Carruthers, joan Fankhauser. Not in Picture-Diana Price, Anne Forester and Betty Bonneville. FIFTH GRADE OFFICERS 1 President! ,.,. . . .....,.,......,..........,. .Ruth Harrison Secretary. . . ...,.,.,.,.........,....... Elizabeth Carruthers SIXTH GRADE OFFICERS President .... .,.....,.,.......,...,.., ..... j e an Zeigler Secretary .... .... P atricia Geiger CLASS COUNSELOR Mrs. Hall page 29 MLLESTONE THIRD AND FOURTH GRADES First RowfLeft to RightiLucille Dingilian, Patsy Fisher, Ellen O'Brien, Penny Hall. Second RowwMargaret Anne White, Kay Wallingford, Betty Resor, Suzanne Mougey, Charlene Diserens. Third Row-Clover Brodhead, Barri Schrnidlapp, Clarinda Schmidlapp, Nancy Vinsonhaler, Margie Foshay. Not in Picture-Annette Hoffmann, Sally Vwfhitelaw, Carol Frank, Elizabeth Mirsky. CLASS OFFICERS V I President, Fourth Grade ....,..................,... Clover Brodhead President, Third Grade ..., ..... M argaret Anne NVhite CLASS CGUNSELGR Miss Kemper page 30 MILESTONE FIRST AND SECOND GRADES First Row-Left to Right-Stephany Frank, Margaret Strauss, Ann Regan, Mary Dryden. Second Row--Edwin Eyrich, Joanne lxlorgens, Lydia Wyman, Ann Schrnidlapp, Penny Picket, Tony Strauss Peggy Forker, Jimmy Eyrich, Third Row-Montica Brohard, Sandra Sclamidlapp, Libby Fosliay, Celia Layton Bennett, Betsy Lazarus Eleanor Vinke. Not in Picture-Margaret Ann Said. x CLASS COUNSELCR Mrs. Geisler page 31 MILESTONE KINDERGARTEN Left to Right-Anita Burroughs, George Lazarus, Charles Eddy, Margot Kittredge, Anita Graf, Mary Edna Hook, Billy Wood, Samson Crew, Robert Tanrmehill. Not in Picture-Abby Carrol, Alexina Hawley, Anne Clark, jane Roberts, Carroll and Sally Willim, Scott Brown, Carol Morsch, Judy Kimball, Joyce Hermefelt, David Priest, Beth Ferguson, CLASS COUNSELOR Mrs. Jones page 32 MILES ONE fN f XXV Wfuwglb in Q25 xp VAL MM I uf. mx. W wh - W f J, in ls I A 4 MILESTONE First Row CSeatedD-Left to RightAPolly Keck, Elizabeth Carson, Gill Cain, Lon Green, Meg Bryant. Second Row-Margie Koehler, Carol Lockwood, Evie Perry, Ann Rixey, jane Becker, Ann Vail, Caroline Stanley. STUDENT COUNCIL President. ..,.,....., Gill Crain Secretary .... ...., L on Green GQ During the past year, the Student Council has tried to strengthen its place as a pivot between the faculty and the girls of the school. The most important accomplishment has been the formulation and adoption of the constitutiong it has attempted to strengthen the established foundation of the Honor System, now in its fourth year, the pound, the wearing of the uniform, and study hall. GI Tony Roberts, the fourteenfyearfold Coventry boy whom we help to support, writes regularly. The New York organization in charge of this work issued a plea asking for shoes for the children of liberated Franceg CPS answered this plea with fortyfseven pounds of shoes. The War Chest put on its annual drive in the fall, and CPS pledged one hundred dollars, we will be well over this goal. GQ Thus the Student Council has attempted to govern student affairs fairly and to bring before the school opportunities for helping others. page 34 IV! I IL ZZ fi 7' C7 FJ 12 GLEE CLUB President .................... Barbara Heald Treasurer .....,..,.,......... Ann Albaugh flfThis year the membership of Glee Club has become larger and noisier. Especially contributing to this are a few seniors in the alto section. How' ever, what would we do Without them? if After everyone arrives We immediately start singing, While the roll is taken. We decided to have dues of fifty cents so We could leave the future Glee Club a picture. We also contributed to the Annual, as a patron. For the col' lection of this enormous sum we elected Anne Albaugh, as treasurer. GfFor our Christmas program we had a solo by Dorothy Meyer who sang Panis Angelicusuvysfith the Glee Ciub accompanying her. Barbara Wilder accompanied the Glee Club with her violin on 'LMeditation . Charlotte Craig and Charlotte Hook sang Oh, Holy Nightn. This annual affair took place in the lunch room. 6fWe have performed in several convocations throughout the year. Mrs. Sudhoif has played for us at these. The entire Glee Club wishes to thank her fag her patience and guidance. page 35 MILESTONE THE DRAMATIC CLUB President ..,..,..............,. Jane Becker Vice President .,,. .,,. D eborah Wilder Treasurer ..,.., . ..........., Sally Fry GCNO, we are not incorporated, but, as you can see from the above picture, we are definitely a going concern. Our interest in the theatre was stimulated by subscriptions to the Theatre Guild productions and needless to say Oklahoma was the outstanding attraction. GI Cut work has been of an original nature, owing to the talent and ingenuity of our wonderful young leader, Mrs. Burkely. Cur Fall production, a three' act comedy entitled Tafy Finds Herself, was in the style of penthouse drama. This met with hugh success and we are expecting our Spring prof duction to be equally exciting. This review is the result of the combined talents of the Glee Club, Dramatic Club, and the Athletic department. We are not leaving any tangible evidence of our work, but we hope that, in the years to come, the Dramatic SSM will be remembered for its spirit, its fu'n and the knowledge given by Mrs. Burkely. page 36 MILESTONE CLASS HISTORY GCGn a bright September morning, in the year nineteen hundred thirtyfthree, Mrs. Ballinger and Mrs. Meyer irst brought their two prides and joys to the glorious halls of C. P. S. So, on this eventful day, the nucleus of the present class of 1945 was formed. However, these charter members were soon joined in the second grade by bluefeyed, blondef haired Janie Becker. These three shared their jacks on the floor of Miss Kemper's room 'till, in the fourth grade, Lila came to break into their solitude. In the fifth grade Mabel came to add to the general confusion in Mrs. Gavian's room, and the class really began their careers as terrors. In the seventh grade, when we had progressed to Miss Park's room, our class saw many wonderful additions in the persons of Nancy, Gill, Sue and Sally. Next came the wonderful day when we entered the High School and, to help us through Freshman Week, Meg and Barbie came with supf port. Finally, as we progressed to the positions of Juniors, Fanny and Lucie entered our midst, and our group was almost complete. However, on another bright day in September, when we staggered into the Glorious Halls of C. P. S. Cwithout our mother's assistance this timej, we found that Ann, a pretty Kentuckian, had come to walk the last mile with us. CICSO, through the years, from the tiny green chairs of Miss Howell's room to the large brown ones of the Senior room, we have come to face the final judgment. We cast a tearful backward glance, and then go forward to face the world- we hope. I page 37 MILESTONE SEPT. SEPT. OCT. OCT. OCT. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. DEC. DEC. JAN. JAN. FEB. FEB. MAR. MAR. MAR. 20th. 21st. 10th. 11th. 19th. 1st. 2nd Qth. 22nd 18th. Zlst. 18th. 2581 6th, 22nd 13th. 19th. 23rd. C. P. S. CALENDAR Opening day at ol C. P. S. Everyone very confused! Psychology Tests. Long View, here we come. Freshman trial. Weren't We mean? Convocation. First 'iAnnual assembly to announce the board members and a peppy speech by our editor, Lila. First Glee Club convocation. Quite a booming group. Mr. Pearson spoke on The Chewy Orchard. Colored slides and a divine voice. Mrs. Maxwell spoke on the Music Guild. Bella F romm spoke on the present day Germany, Nazis atrocities, and recommended punishment. Mr. Moore from The Church of the Advent gave the Thanksf giving Day talk. Later a play about Parliamentary Law sugf gested for all class meetings. Group of last yearsseniors came back to school with tales of hard work and little play at college. Christmas program for the parents in the lunchroom. The entire school participated. Holiday begins! Convocation-a lot of hidden talent brought forth-Ann Albaugh played 'LRhapsody in Blue . Days of horrible mental torture . . . EXAMS . . . ! ! ! ! I Mrs. Alexander gave a very interesting lecture on the history of engraving and etching. Washington's Birthday convocation, Nancy Early played a Chopin selection in honor of the great composers birthday, and the Glee Club entertained. P. T. A. meeting at night. Lights went out all over the school and candles were used for the meeting. 'LMILESTONEP goes to press and the Worry is about to begin. Spring Vacation. Many have plans to cure their spring fever by sleeping and eating during the Whole Week! Meg Bryant Social Editor page 38 MILESTONE JUNIOR ACTIVITIES At last we of the Junior Class have attained that wonderful position of being Upperclassmen. We decided that we must give CPS some reason for being proud of us so we gave a bazaar and what a bazaar! We had a Chamber of Horrors, dart game, and an auction, and, as a result of our efforts, we were the first class to reach our quota this year and the first Junior Class ever to reach its quota so early in the year. So we think our pride is justihed and only hope you think so, too. Cameron Dill SOPI-IOMCRE ACTIVITIES To raise money we had our second annual Bingo Party and also announced the Chance winner. The receiver of the purse CThank you, Paula and Freddy Mauej was Polly Keck, who acted very surprised after buying only a dollar's worth of chances. Patty Armstrong won the Hrst prize at Bingo and eagerly seized the package of those animals with two bumps . Ellen Van Antwerp Cynthia Wyman FRESHMAN ACTIVITIES The members of the Class of '48 were greeted last Fall by the Seniors and Freshman Week. The happy week arrived two weeks after school started, and we all appeared garbed in stockings of various colors, our fathers' pajama tops on backwards, bows on our skirts, towels around our heads, and pumps with socks. The trial proved to be embarrassing, but the awful week was topped off by a picnic at Sally Mathisls house. Several weeks later Betty Houston's grandmother gave a slumber party for the Seniors and Freshmen. After weeks of careful planning, the much heralded skating party arrived on December Sth. It was an eventful evening, and we all went home tired but happy. At the time of this writing we have played one basket ball game, that with the Sophomores, whom we beat 40 to 17. Betty Wulsin jane Vinsonlfialer EIGHTH GRADE ACTIVITIES ' There have been three events of interest in the Eighth Grades life this year. Event number one was jackie I-Iewitt's Halloween dance at the Maketewah Country Club. Event number two was Polly Keckls birthday luncheon at the Queen City Club followed by the seeing of the murder movie Laura g everyf one hada swell time. The last event so far during the school year was Libby Lloyd's birthday dinner two days after Christmas. But knowing the Eighth Grade, I am sure there are more good times ahead. Carol Lockwood jean Wallace page 39 MILESTONE SEVENTH GRADE ACTIVITIES This year the Fifth, Sixth and Seventh grades gave a Christmas play under the direction of Mrs. Burkely. It was called The Bird's Christmas Carolw, in which Ann Hayes took the leading part of Carol Bird. Miss Carey atf tempted to instruct us in hockey at the first of the year, but she later gave up in despair. Not long after she decided to teach us basket ball, but this also failed, so she tried captain ball, an easier form of basket ball. Ann Hayes, who was put in charge of the war stamps in our class, has almost missed lunch several times trying to fulhll orders. She has done a wonderful job, and we have been one hundred per cent each time. Paula Steward SIXTH GRADE ACTIVITIES This year the Sixth Grade went to see the miniature Thorne rooms. We were taken by Mrs. Hall. The rooms were charming, and we all enjoyed them immensely. To earn money for the Annual we decided to have a cake raffle. The cakes were made by Mrs. Geiger and Mrs. Fankhauser and Joan Fankhauser. The winners were Penny Hall from the third grade, and Jean Zeigler from the sixth grade. We went over our quota since everyone brought in ads and we came in second in getting the banner which is awarded to the class which makes the quota first. Arme Forester FOURTH GRADE ACTIVITIES First of all, I will start telling you about weekly, monthly, and yearly things that happen in our class. Cnce a week Miss Kemper pounds on the desk and says, Children, you have all brought your war stamp money, yes, no? and replies come back yes and no. Children, have you your war orphan money? No? All right, bring it tomorrow . Once a year she pounds again: 5'Children, do not forget to bring war chest money tomorrow . Now we will go back to Christmas. The Third and Fourth Grades gave a play that was a great success. Nancy Vinsonhaler, Barre Schmidlapp, and Betty Resor were the most important people in the show. We celebrated Lincoln's birthday and Washington's birthday. We sang songs about them. For Easter I think we are going to make presents for our mothers and fathers. Some children are making plates for their parents. Well, I must go now, Miss Kemper is pounding on the desk and I must pay more money. Marguerite Foshay Page 40 Ad' I Z, Z? ii 7' CD DY 1? THIRD GRADE ACTIVITIES I am in the Third Grade. We are having lots of fun. The children in my class are Suzanne, Lucille, Charlene, Penny and Elizabeth. We are reading a new book called Robinson Crusoe. We all seem to like it very much. In gym we are playing basket ball, and string tag. We all like our school very much. Mavgaret Ann White SECCND GRADE ACTIVITIES It's Washingtonls birthday today. Mrs. Geisler said we could write rules of conduct like Washington did. Later in the year we are planning to have a radio station. Maybe we will go to a real one to see it. Eleanor Vinke FIRST GRADE ACTIVITIES We went to the Fire House in early autumn. Later on we went with our teacher, Mrs. Geisler, to see a cat and her kittens. The mother cat's name was Chessieg her two kitten's names were Smokey and Junior. Once we went to see the traflic lights. They flashed red to stop, yellow, get ready, and green to go. Then in October we had our Halloween party. At Christmas time we gave our Christmas playg we all took part in it. Our mothers were invited and seemed to like it very much. Celia Bennett page 41 Rl I L, Z? fi 7' C3 DY Z? ATHLETICS GfHere we sit with pen in hand, the toughest battle in Athletics this year facing us, that of writing this article of the Athletic Activities of C.P.S. To start things off we might mention the excellent new formation of Blue and Gold teams brought about by Miss Carey. The upper school was divided into two teams equal in ability, so as to make all our BluefGold games exciting and close. Two emaciated and unattractive Juniors were chosen as captains. and the athletic season was officially begun. GI Even though it is now spring, the hockey season was never officially com' pleted because of Mother Nature's especially disagreeable fall. Only one BluefGold game was played with the Blues victorious. A second game was attempted, but the only accomplishment was twentyftwo bodies sprawling in the snow. The class tournament was not completed either. GlfWhe1i the snow drove us inside, we turned to volley ballg the Colds def feated the Blues in two games. After Christmas the basketball season was vigorously underway with class and BluefGold competition. The Colds again came out victorious, and the Freshman team beat the Juniors by one point in the finals of the class games. Through rain and fog we see another spring complete with baseball and tennis down to weedfpulling and hop' scotch for the kiddies. GfHaving chewed ferociously on our fingernails and tugged madly on our eyebrows, we submit this masterpiece as our greatest accomplishment of the year. Ann Vail, Captain of the Colds Lon Green, Captain of the Blues page 42 IW! I Z, 1? 53 7' CD IV ZZ Dear Milestones: V CI In this my first year of existence, I am very proud to have the opportunity to tell my august antecedent just how I came to be. I was Miss Jones's idea, she suggested me to the Student Council, which kept a benevolent eye on me until my staff was elected, and I made my first appearance shortly before Christmas. Cameron Dill is my EditorfinfChiefg Betty Benzing, under the auspicious title of Business Manager, collects the fiftyfcent pieces which keep me alive. Carol Carrier, as Gossip Editor, fills my pages with information on who does what with whom where. Ann Vail gives the athletic news and Dr. Sue Gallup Dom conducts a poll on such matters as how to bring up one's parents. So far, my cover has been created by such famous artists as Ann Vail, Harriet Biery, Ann McIntyre, and Jill Chapman. I want to thank Margie Koehler for giving me my name. CI Being only five issues old as you go to press, I have a long and hard road to travel before I attain and achieve the standards which you have set. Howf ever, my policy is to improve with each issue, and when I have been in exist' ance for almost thirty years, I hope my readers will consider me as highly as they do you. GI And so, as with each issue I proceed from one Stepping Stone to another, I shall continue to gaze at you in admiration. The Stepping Stone CAs told to Cameron Dillj page 43 MILESTONE 1? ANNUAL BQARD First Row QSeatedj-Nancy Early, Lila Gantt, -lane Becker. Second Rowf-lean Ballinger, Gill Crain, Mabel Riddle, Dorothy Nleyer, Meg Bryant page 44 LITEFIHTUHE MILESTONE SNGW CGriginal Songb Snow, snow, everywhere, Cn the ground and in the air, Un the road and in the lane, On the roof and window pane. SNOW Snow, snow, everywhere, Now the trees don't look so bare, For they all are covered tight With a blanket soft and white. SNOW Snow, snow everywhere, Floating downward from the air, Snow banked up against the wall, All it does is fall, fall, fall. Penelope Hall 3rd Grade MY CAT I had a cat, and his name was Smokey. He ate a lot, but he was not pokey. We gave him a fish, and he said O goody. He got so fat that we called him 'LPuddy . Charlene Diserens 3rd Grade I 3 fl : 3 il 3, ' ,ifgfflilf f ' if ilv fay , f A I ew, L l 1' ' lx' I ' ff I f , y 1 , I' Il. ,I ' i-X if it xi: 125 I I nv? , ' PRIMARY PRIZE DRAWING Elizabeth Foshay 3rd Grade page 46 MILESTONE THE SQUIRREL I have a little squirrel that sits upon the wall And chatters at the window and doesn't ever fall. He begs for nuts and cookies the cutest sort of way, He holds them in his little mouth, and then he runs away. Penelope Hall g 31d Grade I THOUGHT OF A POEM I thought of a poem all by myself, Of the animals that live on the mantel shelf. There is a monkey with a big brown tail. He sits by a great big whale. There is a dog, and there is a cat. Also there is a mouse and a rat. And they sit quite near the china cat. They are favorites as you can see, But please excuse me, it's time for tea! Margie Foshay 4th Grade A RAINY DAY On a rainy day in the winter The rain dirties up the snow, On a rainy day in the Spring The rain makes the flowers grow. On a rainy day in the summer Tennis you cannot play, Un a rainy day in the fall Gutside you cannot stay. Nancy Vinsonhaler 4th Grade A FAMOUS PARTY GC There was a rumble and a roar upon the Boston Harbor and waves washed up to the shore and the rocks where I was standing. I thought of a night over two hundred years ago when I was the newest of all light houses and my candle was the brightest ever seen. Clf A big boat was sailing around the bend, and my light was thrown on its deck where I could see a tall man with a red coat and brass buttons shout' ing to the crew. The boat was docked and on its bow were printed the words The Sarah Constant . GI Then I did not realize that on that night in December, 1773, was to be a famous land mark in history, and the beginning of a long hard war. page 47 111' I IL Z? I3 7' CD IV 13 Cf It grew dimmer as the night was drawing near, and the fog was rolling in from the sea, but I could see an occasional street light. GfThen I heard a lot of whooping and hollering, and I could not imagine where it was coming from, when I realized it was coming from the English boat. CIC Then my light was thrown on the deck. There I saw about twelve men in coats of skin and feathers in their heads. Then in the water I saw acid from tea floating with the current. If Suddenly the men, one of whom was the captain, were running to the shore with buckets of water and axes, for, at that moment, the g'Sarah Constant was up in flames. GK Finally the fire died down and the men trooped up the hill. The captain was as angry as he could be. He declared We will end this yet. Then I wondered what he meant for I think the Boston Tea Party ended quite well. Adele 'Thompson 7th Grade INTERMEDIATE PRIZE STQRY THE FIRST HUNT GCNanook sat quietly in the corner of the igloo, listening carefully as the excited Eskimo men talked. ClQ'LWe are starving , said the chief. The wolves have stolen our frozen meat, and all the strong young warriors have gone to hght in the battle for the White Father. We are but a council of old men and there is no one left in the village to hunt or fish. flf Suddenly Nanook ran to the center of the room, the shadows of the fire flickering across his face, 'II will bring food! he shouted. I am Nanook, son of the greatest warrior of them all, and my spears and arrows have been made from the grandfather of all walruses. They will shoot true. III G'You have the heart of a man, said the chief, but you have only seen twelve hunting seasons. Go see to the comfort of your dog, Mukleek, he added kindly. or ClfSilently, Nanook crawled down the long tunnel to where Mukleek was curled up in the snow waiting for him. My father killed his first seal when he was ten winters old! I can do as well. Come, we will try to find that white bear we saw on the ice two sleeps ago. GI He crept into his igloo and prepared himself for the hunt. Then he came out again and put on his snowshoes. L'Mush! he cried to Mukleek and they ran out over the snow. ' GQ They were walking, when suddenly Nanook stopped and shaded his eyes. Mukleek stopped, too, and sniffed the air. ClfL'See? whispered Nanook, Cut there on the ice. That is the white bear we sawf, He crept close and raised his long spear. It flew from his hand and buried itself in the animal. The bear whirled with such force that it seemed to rock the ice. Then he fitted an arrow in his bow and waited for the bear to get close enough to him. He let go and the bear dropped almost at his feet. page 48 Bl I IL 1? 5? 7' CJ IV I? If He turned to pet Mukleek and saw that the hair on the animal's back was sticking straight up. He looked up and saw a huge pack of grey wolves coming toward them. He began shooting arrows wildly, but they kept coming on. Then the leader, a long lean brute with one ear missing, leaped at the boy's neck, but Mukleek was quicker. There was a wild scramble. Nanook grabbed for the spear that was sticking in the bear. He then thrust it with all his might into the flesh of the snarling wolf. if Nanook sat down and felt along the dog's neck. You were lucky to have so much winter fur, he said. Clfjust then the piece of ice on which they were sitting hit an arm of land that jutted out into the sea. They scrambled ashore and Nanook began pulling the bear after him. The stars which guided him were covered with blinding, stinging snow. The wind howled and pushed him around with a giant hand. He fell often and each time it was harder for him to get up. llfThen, far ahead in the snow, he saw dark shapes coming toward him. The wolves! he screamed and with shaking hands drew out his last arrow, but in his weakness, he dropped it in the snow. He bent down to find it, but this time could not get up. Something touched him and he tried to iight it off. Do not struggle, Little Hunter, said the voice of the chief. We have been looking for you. flf Gently they lifted him upon a sled and covered him with warm furs. Nanook snuggled deeper into them. Sleepily, he sang to himself, MI am Nanook, Nanook-son of the greatest hunter of them all. Joyce Bennett Sth Grade SECOND PRIZE MOVING DAY CI To begin with you try to find a house. You look in papers, go car riding, still you can't find one. You look at houses you don't like, but you buy one anyway. GI The next step you take is looking for a moving van. You call up different places, but they are busy. You finally call up the last place you would give your business to. When you get in touch with them they say they would be glad to. Now you are worried, wit never mind. If Monday comes, the movers are right on time, so they get to work. First, they pick up an antique chair, you hold ygur breath, but they make it to the truck. After everything is in the truck, you'get in your car and you're off. The truck drivers follow right behind so that they will know where to go. CI When you get to the house, the movers start to unload. After everything is in the house and the movers have been paid, you decide to take inventory. You find dishes broken, chairs, tables and beds nicked. You are a little shocked at nrst, but then you remember that this is war and you can't have your cake and eat it, too. Bmbam Hill . 7th Grade HONGRABLE MENTION HOW I LEARNED TO SWIM GI I might as well start at the beginning. We were going away this Tuesday, so Uncle Waldo, who isn't really our uncle, but a good friend of the family's invited us over on Saturday for lunch. It only took us a minute to get there page 49 III I I, I? 53 7' CJ DJ Z? for he lives way back on Grandin Road by my good friend Dr. Wagner. It was a delicious luncheon. Then we went out in the back yard down to the swimming pool. I had on my shorts, never dreaming he had talked things over with Mother about teaching me how to swim. I was very surprised when he said, ujoan, I think it's about time you learned to swim. CII said, 'gOh, how I would like to! Then with a sigh I said, 'LBut, Uncle, I didn't bring my bathing suit. Then Mother left the garden and told me to come along. The next time Uncle saw me I was in a new bathing suit. lICWhen I jumped into the water it was so cold I just yelled and yelled. After I had played a while in the shallow part, Uncle said, L'It's about time you learned to swim, come along. CII Hrst learned to float on my stomach and then on my back under the water and on top. I had done all this in the shallow part. Then I put on the life saver while Uncle Waldo was resting. I went down into the deep part to try swimming, which I had seen the older people do. Suddenly I slipped the life saver off, the water was seven feet deep, all of a sudden I started to drown. I could not yell I was so scared. I was in the gully which I knew was the part I would go down in first. Suddenly the water duck came down the pool. I caught on to its tail and caught my breath. Then, Uncle saw me, got me up to the shallow part, and told me not to go down there. I played the rest of the day on a flat, wide, long rubber bed. ClfThat night when I went to bed, I was sure I knew how to swim. joan Fanlqliauser 6th Grade INTERMEDIATE PRIZE DRAWING ff? l h x-. Hg:-5.l:1e? T' jill Chapman 7th Grade page 50 17 IMI I I. I? 53 1' CD IV 12 INTERMEDIATE PRIZE POEM D A W N The sun is red in the sky before me And behind is the black of the sea, And the rushes are wet with dew As they brush against my knee. Soft in the treetops the voices of birds Are ushering in the dawn, Bidding the lingering shadows of night Be on their way and gone. Dawn follows night as surely As the tides roll in from the seag So peace must come to weary worlds That struggle to be free. Sandra Hauck 8th Grade 9, SECOND PRIZE THE FROG A frog sat on a lily pad, And croaking merrily, He sailed the pad around the pond, just as fast as could be! The bull frogs croaked in envy, The lady frogs all swooned, Johnny Frog became the talk of the pond 4On that Spring afternoon! He sailed and splashed around the pond With such alrming speed, The frog Chamber of Commerce charged admission To see this wondrous deed! johnny was a hero. Johnny was a knight, For just to stand and watch him go Was quite a memorable sight! But one day as he sailed around, His paddalas, alack, Split open, zip! and Johnny fell Into the pond ker smack! The crowd all laughed. The crowd all booed. Poor Johnny was disgraced, He hid among the rushes, 'to cry and hide his face! page 51 111 I IL I? I3 1' CJ IV' I? His sweetheart, daughter of the mayor, Consoled him, and said, Dear, Go find another pad and again Sail and make crowds cheer. He wed the daughter of the mayor, They were happy, he had fame, And crowds still gathered 'round the pond For Johnny sailed again! Haven jones 8th Grade HONORABLE MENTION MY SCHOOL I like my school, I like the colors true And my friends I make anew. I like the teachers, I like the books, But best of all I like the cooks. Patsy Geiger 6th Grade HIGH SCHOOL PRIZE ESSAY THE GENTLE WOMAN IN BLACK CII I lived in a totally new world-a world which I will never forget-peopled by gentle women in black. During one chaotic year of the war, when every one was making adjustments, my sister and I went to the convent to live and to go to school. The nuns moved about in a quiet, selfless, unobtrusive manner, and yet they were the main characters of this small drama of humanity. The scampering and noisy children are vague and indistinct in my memory Hlled with the many differences of these little women, who looked so much alike, because of their black habits and white caps, and still were so individual and different-the way they moved, how they used their hands, how they flipped their flowing veils, how they lifted their heads or quickly turned to face you, looking out from their little stiff headdresses. CII remember: Mother O'Shaunessey, the little portress, with wrinkled, kindly, untroubled face and friendly blue eyes, who opened the door of the sheltered community to all the variations of the outside world,-tradesmen, messengers, callers, never astonished, never affected by anything. QfNext, is Reverend Mother Lloyd, short substantial, modest and unasf suming, the matriarch by right of position of the whole community, directing and advising everyone in all matters, not looking at all such an important person but somehow making everyone conscious of her strength and wisdom and goodness. , CI Mother Bouche, on warm, sunny afternoons, escaping from the noise and chatter of a children's world to her garden where she dug and planted, and page 52 III 1' Z. 1? E3 1' CD PY 1? destroyed bugs and insects with all the determination of her European an' cestors, looking like a French peasant in her skirts gathered up into a bustle over her ample hips, Clf And after supper in the twilight, walking with Mother LeRoi, the Mother of Discipline, along the curved drive banked by green lawns, her habit flutterf ing in the breeze behind her slim form, and I walking a little before her so that I could see her smooth lovely cameoflike face, framed by her stiff white cap, as she lifted her head toward the setting sun with all the grace of a lady. llfAlso, Mother Elannigan, with her slightly mischievous buoyancy and vivaciousness, her teeth like pearls, her merry laughing eyes, and her quick comprehension, swiftly understanding and ready with a joking reply, moving swiftly and smoothly, flushing red and just as suddenly blanching, serious and gay, as mercurial as an April day. If Mother Alcott, tiny and active, a lover of sports, who somehow managed to play a good game of hockey or tennis in spite of the continual entanglef ment she managed to get into with her ample garments and beads and swirling streaming skirts. llfThe industrious and busy little nuns, who prepared the food, served, wound clocks, cleaned, carried great bundles of clothes, opened and closed windows, and did the many tasks of their community. But most of all, I remember the nuns after performing such sweet acts of devotion as putting flowers before the statues or lighting the candles, return to their devotional wall and sit with bowed heads and busy fingers in their own little niche and also, how touching the picture of them as they knelt before the alter like so many loveable birds, expectant, the candlelight glimmering on their upf turned faces, glowing with such sweet ecstacy and simplicity, and then bowing their bonneted heads in gentle pious humility. Yes, I was in a strange new place that left me with memories so different from the hurried world in which we live, that I will never quite outlive that quiet secure year when I lived in the convent with the gentle women in black. jane McIntyre 10th Grade SECOND PRIZE THE RACES Clf The Racesn to some means the slim Whirlaway, Byrne's closing the tracks, the mutuals, to others it means a box in the shade, a new suit for the Derby, and club house drinks, and to others it means the county fairs with a band, a broiling sun, and the Grand Circuit Standardbreds. The County fairs with their longfwinded politicians, their flags, and steaming stable swipes are the proving grounds of the greatest trotters and pacers of this country. In these halffmile tracks surrounded by merryfgofrounds, hot dog stands with smelly fried fish, harvest exhibits of tomatoes, corn, peppers, the future Greyhounds, Rosalinds, Lee Axworthies, the future Hambletonian winners learn to keep their gaits, to ignore the crowd, to tear when screaming 'LGofofo hits the air. lIfWhat is more awefinspiring than that moment before the parade to the post when Smitty's band strikes up the national anthem and drivers remove page 53 QF Bd' I Z, li fi 7' CD DY 1? their caps? And then the bugle calls, the parade to the post begins, led by a stylish outfrider with a smart bay pony and a flying flagg then come the lanky, homely horses, the pacers with their awkward hobbles, and the drivers with their racing silks, odd hats, and sun glasses. The horses blow and prance and champ with the bit, throwing foam on their sweatflaclen coats while the starter introduces each in a monotone. They turn at the grandstand and jog back, pushing the shortflegged, hardfcantoring pony. At the bend they turn and score three times before they stop for final instructions, then down they come past the stands as the crowd shrieks Goff A horse breaks as he pushed over the wire, and the starter blows his shrill whistle and shouts Take 'em back, take 'em back . As the men seefsaw the horses and turn them back past the stands, swearing and grumbling, the starter tell them to uhold 'emg hold lem, I won't start you 'till youlre together . They jockey for position at the post, the horses are hot now. Again they come, each trying to edge past the other, get a start on the Held. But itls a good start, they're almost nose to nose. The stands yell Let 'em golng the starter watches them go over the line, yells Gofofo , and theylre off! CI As they round the bend and slip into position, the starter steps up to the mike and sounds of positions and time in a restrained monotone. When they round the bend of the Hrst half mile and come into view, the crowd screams and howls. The horses are going, saving their energy for the last halfg their tails out, the heads thrust high in the air, they go long, high, and effortlessly. Around into the far stretch the starter gives the time of the half and calls a dark horse coming out and up from the rear. Into the home stretch the horses pull wide, whips crack, men shout and swear, the horses go longer, higher, faster, heads go out into the air, they're driving now, driving hard. Silks are flying, the band is playing, the stands are screaming. And as the horse uthat came up from behind goes over the line, the starter shouts into the mike, Ladies and Gentlemen, your heat winnahlu Gill Crain 12th Grade HCNURABLE MENTICN A DREAM TO REMEMBER flf First before you read this I want you to be sure you have some knowledge of literature, for if you donlt I do not advise your reading it. CI It was one hot night when I was having trouble going to sleep. Suddenly I was walking on a ground that I had never before trod and all I could see for miles around were different groups of people performing daily rituals that all seemed peculiarly familiar. A haze surrounded each group and I wondered if this was heaven, for each was on a cloud. I soon noticed the ground was a beautiful color that I could not describe. However, before I could reflect on this, a figure approached me. He was tall and his shoulders drooped slightly. The man was nice looking and I knew I had not seen him before but his manner was quite familiar to me. flfNever in my life will I forget when he introduced himself to me. I was dazed and for awhile I could not speak but nnally I gasped, L'Clym Yoebrightf' He smiled slightly and confirmed my exclamation. But where am I? What are you doing here? Clym told me this was where characters came after page 54 9 IMI I L, IZ 53 7' C7 TV Z2 their composer had finished with them. He said they called it 'Characters Rendezvous. Then Clym proposed that I come with him and meet some of the other famous inhabitants. GC After a short walk we passed an old castle surrounded by a purple haze. I heard a cry from somewhere within. It was evidently a childs voice and I asked Clym who lived there. I-Ie told me it was the home of Romeo and Juliet, who now had five children. I said I was glad and asked if they had recovered completely from their troubles and wounds. Clym chuckled and said that they had and that when a character somes to Characters Rendezvous he is completely whole even if he lost his head or something similiar in a book. It was then that I had to ask my question, one that had been bothering me for a long time. llTell me, Clymf' I said timidly, what about you and Eustacia Vye? Clymis eyes met mine and at first I was afraid the situation was still as it had been in The Return of the Native. At the present she is somewhere over in Paris trying to get a reservation home. I looked down and there lay a heath that I was sure was Egdon Heath. I turned to look at the castle we had passed but it was no where to be seen. How is your Mother? was the only other thing I could ask. L'She's fine, she is at Wildeve's with Thomasin taking care of all our children. She and Eustacia love each other now. 'lGood, I replied. ff Next, I saw a small, homey cottage. Outside was a man, evidently tending his Victory garden. He looked hot and occasionally he would throw a nervous look toward the cottage. Then a proud face peered out the window and snapped something to the man. Yes, my dearest partner in greatnessf he answered. Noi I exclaimed. I'm sure I repeated the same thing several times until Clym finally said, That is Mr. and Mrs. Macbethf' But what became of their castle? Their friends thought it best to hold them down a bit. Even Macbeth casually remarked at our last poker game that she would probably stab him when he arrived home. Lord and Lady Macduff still watch over them. This amused me but my picture of Shakespeare's immortal Macbeth was still quite different. CIfAs we continued our journey, I saw two boys dashing from cave to cave. Behind them straggled a few others who muttered something about robbers and pirates. It didn't take me long to realize that they must be Tom Sawyer and his gang, including Huck Finn. I watched them play and nearby I could see the great Mississippi carrying trade to many river ports. I heard a horn blow and I saw a river boat from New Qrleans. There was something proud and dignihed about it. I looked toward Tom and Huck and saw them loading their raft for a trip down the river, riding the big boat's waves. Still fascinated by the music and laughter coming from the craft, I noticed a small lady with black hair waving to a man not far from her. I told Clym that I would like to see the woman, so we walked toward the boat. It was Scarlett O'l-Iara. All my muscles began to twitch with excitement. I could not believe my eyes. At the moment she was talking to two men and a pale young woman. I gathered that they were Rhett Butler and Ashley and Melanie Wilkes. I was right, Clym informed me, and he said Scarlett and Rhett were very happy together now. I asked about Ashley and Melanie and his reply was the same. It was comforting to know that Scarlett had won Rhett again but as I watched I noticed a few of her glances were given to Ashley and he accepted them with shyness. page 55 IMI I Z, ZZ I? 7' C7 DY I? C7fWe passed on back into the hills and I saw a group of raiders cautiously going through the woods. Clym said it was Rogers and his famous raiders. I asked Clym what they were after now and he said they were just out on a hunting trip. I was relieved they were 1lOt out to scalp some Indians so I asked how Anne and Langdon Towne were. Clym said they were expecting a child. He said also that Rogers was now a loved and respected man. He lives happily with Elizabeth. GC Before I went any further, I told Clym I had to see his exquisite wife. He motioned me to the left and he said if we could find her it would be quite unusual. However, we traced her to a lovely home, Clym opened the door for me, and, as I walked into the room, a light struck me square in the face and I awoke. My mind was in a whirl, and I quickly resumed my former position so as to finish the dream. However, this was impossible, and I gave up all hope of ever seeing Eustacia Vye as it was one of those mornings when I had to get up and go to school. Barbara I-Ieald I 12th Grade HIGH SCHGOL PRIZE DRAWING J if 'gig a !5gl!!!h . V.: ' '-i- N 2, 5 Ann Vail E .E nam Grade 55. an QQ page 56 111' I lL I? iS 7' CD PJ if HIGH SCHCCL PRIZE STORY THE MEADOW Cf Christopher stood on the edge of the meadow, and looked about him with interest. He had never been there so early in the morning. The wet grass was cool and pleasing to his bare feet, and the wind, which reddened his cheeks and rumpled his dark hair, was fresh and smelled of the woods. A stray sunbeam drifted through the tall oaks and danced on a patch of grass. Christopher watched, fascinated, as a mother rabbit herded her babies to that spot. Suddenly she noticed Christopher and stopped. The boy was very excited, a wild rabbit had never come so close to him, and the experience gave him an exuberance, a kind of peace he had never known. He wanted to take the rabbit in his hands, and protect her from the world. Tears came to his eyes, he was afraid she would run away, and he wanted her to stay so desperately that his whole soul seemed to shout: Stay here, please stay here. Christopher stared at the rabbit, and she in turn watched him intently with her tiny, beadlike eyes. He noticed the funny way her nose wrinkled as she sniffed the air and the uncertain way she held up her right forepaw, prepared to run. He held his breath, waiting and hoping. Suddenly she turned to her babies: she seemed to say to them He will not hurt usn, and then, with a playful leap into midair, she began a game of tag. Round and round she ran, and her babies after her, all of them had forgotten Christopher. He knew this, and yet he was happy. The rabbit had accepted his presence on the meadow, she trusted him, and indeed, Christopher felt as if he belonged there. GCA quail whistled from the woods on the other side of the meadow, and Christopher whistled in answer, an urgent, pleading ubobfwhiteu. L'Please , a voice cried within him, please answer me . After a moment a shrill, clear Hbobfwhiteu resounded over the hill. Christopher was happier now. The rabbit has accepted him, and the quail. Perhaps , Christopher dared to hope, she thought I was another bobfwhitef' flfI'Ie lay on his back, with his arms under his head, and stared at the bright blue sky, painted with pink and white clouds. Christopher saw The Golden Hindi' sailing through the sky, her sails were gold and her masts were silver, she sailed on a blue sea, and a ball of sanguine Ere appeared over her prow. Her hold was filled with rich materials, and gold bars stolen from the greedy Spaniards. Christopher could even discern Sir Francis himself at the helm, sailing his ship safely through the deep Atlantic. Nearby he saw D'Artagnan and Aramie, riding with Athos and Porthos against the English. Christopher had never seen a pirate ship, except in books, and he had never seen a battlew he was too young for that-he had never had a real adventure all to himself, and so he pretended that the adventure of these heroes were his own. He saw King Arthur go riding by, and just for a moment Christopher closed his eyes, and played that it was he who rode beside the lovely Guinevere. fifThe picture faded, and Christopher opened his eyes. The clouds were still there, but he no longer saw them. He watched a lark soar higher and higher toward the sun, singing in its flight, and Christopher wished that he might be the lark, and fly high and free above the world. And then, as he watched, an eagle swooped down on the lark, his large wings covered the small bird from sight, the song ceased, and then only one of them flew away. page 57 Al I lL 1? .S 7' 'CD IV Z? CCA lump rose in Christopher's throat. He pitied the lark, and then came relief that, after all, he was himself. The incident gave him a dread, heavy feeling, but not for long. Children forget quickly. just then a cricket hopped onto his turnedfup nose. At once the lark was forgotten. Here was rare fun. He brushed the cricket off, and turned over quickly. The insect hopped away, and Christopher followed as well as he could, for it was difficult to see through the long, wet grass. Then, with a jump, the cricket was gone. Cf A butterfly flew past, and Christopher watched it. He was lazy, and very happy. He belonged to the meadow, and the meadow belonged to him. He raced after the orange butterfly. His bare feet made no noise on the soft grass, and he did not feel the flick of the weeds against his legs. The butterfly led him a merry chase, but finally it flew up beyond his head. Christopher watched awhile, lost interest. He yawned, stretched, and realized with surprise that he was hungry. GfHe ran home across the meadow. His mother noticed his scratched legs and feet, his red cheeks, and shining, happy eyes. She learned that Christopher had been to the meadow, but he told nothing of the rabbit or the lark, or the other friends he had made. The mother noticed his unusual reticence, and felt both joy and sadness. The silence meant that her little boy was growing up. She too loved the meadow, but she had not been there for a long time. She knew the pleasure of running through the wet grass, and how the sun sparkled on the dew drops, so that the meadow became a vast sea of glistening pearls and emeralds. She knew the calm, happy feeling of being on the meadow in the early morning, and it pleased her to know that Christopher shared her feelings. She was not hurt by his silence, there are some things that cannot be expressed by mere speech, or music, or on canvas, or in stone, but only felt in the heart. Poets have had this emotion, they have attempted to express it, and failed. Cf Now she and little Christopher shared the joy in their hearts, and the joy drew them closer together. Unlike the poets, they said nothing. They felt the beauty and the grandeur, and were content. And so, keeping their memories to themselves, Christopher and his mother sat down to breakfast. Cameron Dill 11th Grade SECCND PRIZE EXAMPLE Cf As I walked down the dirt road with my buddy, my thoughts of the coming evening were not too hopeful. A Belgium city didn't have three or four movie houses or any place to dance, and hamburgers and cokes were impossible to buy. If In high school I thought French my dullest subject, but now my greatest wish was that I could remember enough to find myself a girl, a woman or somebody's grandmother with whom to talk. I was bored with Army men, rules and food. I wanted, especially, some homefcooked cookies. Cf The countryside as we walked along made me long for my uncle's farm in upper Ohio, but I knew that I had a job to do and I was on my way to do it, but just now I had a buddy, a threefhour pass and a Belgium town in which I could try to forget. page 58 MILESTONE GQ On the outskirts of town Cy, my buddy, stopped, looked at me, and then broke into a gale of laughter. Grinning sheepishly, he confessed that the first thing he wanted in this village was a homefmade cookie. For the first time I realized that maybe Cy was human too, and,not wanting to betray my own wants, I let myself be reluctantly ushered into the nearest bake shop where we found the oldest little lady I have ever seen. She must have been ninety years old and was dressed in the quaintest costume. CII She bon joured us and we timidly returned her greeting and stood looking at her meager stock like little boys with only a nickel to spend. I felt as if I no longer were in a fighting world but suddenly had been drawn into a quiet, peaceful world exemplified by this gentle, tiny woman with her flowing dress. CI She took Cy and me by the hand and led us in an old fashioned kitchen where we were seated and provided with a plate of warm cookies and a pitcher of milk. We found that the little lady knew some English and with my French and her English we managed to tell each other most of our background. She had four sons and three grandsons who had fought for her country and I told her about my sisters and mother and father. CI About two hours later we realized that we had better move on or else be punished Army style. Granny walked to the door with us and as we stood unhappy to leave she reached up and pulled our heads down near hers and said, reaching for words, Young men . . . your country is strong and mine is weak . , . thank you for hghting . . . and dying . . . for little people like . . . me and my brothers. Thank you. CI Then she kissed us each on the cheek and bade us goodbye. Cy and I were silent as we walked back to camp and I was wondering if now maybe home seemed a little less distant to Cy too, because I knew we knew one of the things we were lighting for. Caroline Stanley ,, 9th Grade ,5:,j.',,', I ,-'15- ' 1'- vi' I . 'C V f '1 O ' 5 'i X ff Fl 1:3763 ' ' I I page 59 Al 1' L, 1? ,S 7' CD IV li HGNORABLE MENTION THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES GfHe was walking down the street, quite happy and contented with his life, casually noticing the hrst fallen leaves of autumn. Clear eyed, suntanned and in fine physical condition after a summer of strenuous outdoor life, he looked very handsome in his navy blues, and his home town looked very interesting after his absence of three months. Cocking his hat at a rakish angle, he paused momentarily to survey critically two young ladies who were passing by on the opposite side of the street. Gf Not bad! he murmured casually, for girls. GC Women had never meant much in his life and he still considered them evil forces attempting to domesticate the male and curb his enjoyment of the finer things. His life had never been cluttered up with such bothersome items as love and romance and he didn't plan to look into these subjects for quite some time, possibly never. ClfBy this time his aimless wanderings had brought him to the large white house where Bill lived. Bill was one of his best friends, and he was just about to ring the door bell when the disturbing sound of feminine giggles reached his ears. At this point he would definitely have favored a strategic retreat had not Bill already spotted him. Clf Say, come on in, Tim ,he shouted from the porch. uI've got some one I'd like you to meet. fISensing from Bill's delicate phrasing that the some one was a woman, he decided to march in belligerently and leave almost immediately. The bonds of friendship did not include helping Bill out of an encounter with the weaker sex. GQ As he reached the porch, he noticed that Bill somehow seemed exceedingly gay for a man who was doomed to an afternoon with girls. However, he dismissed the problem and listened as he was introduced to the company. Gf Say Tim, you know Janie, he said as he pointed to a girl on the swing, and this is Ruthie Parker, Janieis guest. GfRuthie smiled a greeting and extended a small brown hand. It felt warm and soft in his and he noticed, rather amazed at himself, that her eyes were as blue as the sea with a bold sun flecking it with gold. CI For some reason he chose a seat near her and thought that he should stay, for a little while at least. After all, Bill was one of his closest friends. llfHowever, it was more than friendship that kept him there all afternoon, talking to her eagerly, listening happily to her gay, bubbling laugh. Finally she rose to leave and his heart sank. lf she had been some famous football star, he could have defined his emotions, but never before had he been sorry to see a girl leave. He felt that he must see her again, as soon as possible and so, before he could reason with himself, he had asked her to the dance at the country club that night and he found that he was even anticipating the event with delicious pleasure. Cf That night he came into the living room of his home, looking radiant and dazed, hardly stopping to mumble a pleased yes to his mothers queries page 60 III' I ll li 55 1' CJ IV 1? about the dance that evening and if he had enjoyed it. Finally, however, he regained his speech just long enough to burst out with Gosh Mom, do you know Ruthie Csighj? Well, I asked her to marry me and, and she accepted In If After he had left the room, his mother turned to her husband and smiled rather wistfully. Cf Well, I guess our little boy is really growing up, Tom. Only twelve and he's fallen in love. Lila Gantt 12th Grade HIGH SCHOOL POETRY CREDIT TO PARADISE The golden blood of the sun Floods down in splendid abandong And what is full of dread Dreams within the heart-for look, We expect most from what we fear. Even this sun, which spreads its glorious Image on our lives, is only caught Again by the great frozen hand Which tossed it forth. For think, Wouldn't it be more a sun If just once it could elude Him? If just once It missed the relentless Hngers? The great can be little. The fun of being God would be In being nothingg To really live, we should be dead too. Isn't all our dread a dread of being just here? Of being only this? Of having no other thing to become? Of having nowhere to go really But where we are? What power has the sun If it must remain the sun? We are afraid that one day the hand Will not catch us when we comeg That the remorseless fingers will not close over us. And I think that is our strongest will- The reason all our dreams of paradise Are dreams of an unlimited disorder In a lawless anonymity. Q37 U Virginia Otterbein xc I. ,.--figk,-fit. 10th Grade xg A' N, , R Ng' X S' page 61 IMI I IL I? fi 1' C7 PY 15 SECOND PRIZE MISS BOBBYSOCKS We knock and criticise her, We scold, antagonize her, We wish that she were wiser, More capable and kind. Her path we're always stalking To criticise her talking, Her clothes, her way of walking, Her manners and her mind. We say, L'0h, hightyftighty! She's frivolous and flighty, And all her ways are mighty Undignihed to see, She dances and she chatters, Qur Golden Rule she shatters And laughs at serious matters With unabated gleefl We chide and we correct her, We shadow and detect her, We study and dissect her With all her smiles and tears. And End, on looking o'er her, CAnd learning to adore herj She's just like girls before her For twentyfthousand years! Mary Biddle 1Oth Grade HGNQRABLE MENTION HURRICANE Loud blew the wind, Lamenting, moaning. The pines twisted about In agony, groaning, While the sea, Lashed into wild fury, Beat upon the boardfwalk And gradually bore it away. page 62 IMI I L, li fi 1' CD IV I? Homes disappeared. The wind, shrieking, Tore down the tortured pines, And, havoc wreaking, Spread destruction, Sang his savage song of death, Accompanied by the sobbing rain, By the beautiful, cruel lightning. Up rose the sea, Leaping, bounding, Churning the sandy beaches, Destroying, pounding At the very doors of oncefneat summer cottages, Grinding up ships, And spitting them out as wreckage. Nancy Fosliay 9th Grade POME In spite of my humble vocation Erata has vouchsafed no inspiration Of rapturous, glorious, ecstatic elation For a lovely, romantic, poetic creation To exhibit with pride at the end of vacation. Having passed afternoons in deep contemplation Of Roget and Webster and Accentuation, I now have decided that no meditation Will banish this feeling of sad perturbation, And so I'm emmitting a mad ululation. My formerly trusty imagination Having made its departure without hesitation, I find myself blessed with no pleasant sensation Of visual, corporal materialization, And the worst of it is I have no explanation. I can suffer no longer this humiliation, And so I am writing this sad lucubration, For I have resolved after deep rumination To spare my few readers more harsh castigation: I'll stop writing poetry for the duration! Cameron Dill llth Grade page 63 IDI I' L, I? S3 7' C3 FV E? OH! FOR THE SEA! Oh, for the sound of the surf and the smell of the sea, Cn the shores of Cape Cod in the country that's free! How I long for the screams of the gulls that soar by, As they dip for a fish or fly high in the skyg For the pound of the surf and the swish of the sea Seems somehow to thrill them-and it does thrill meg For the little white cottage set back of the treesg CHOW those tall pines would sing with the cool ocean breeze! For the porch in the back where my mother cut flowersg The place where I read to brighten dull hours. These things that I long for, the War took away, But I'1l be returning-Illl come back some day To the roar of the surf and the wash of the sea Cn the shores of Cape Cod in the land that is free. Nancy Foshay 9th Grade Cjx f' CQRSAGES She can have orchids Every day From anyone with The price to pay. She pins them to A lustrous fur- But still I vvouldn't Change with her. I Wear no blooms From a florists shelf. But a rose he picked For me himself l I wear his love, For all to see. While she, in orchids, Envies me. Evie Perry IOth Grade page 64 IVY 1' L, I? 55 7' KD DI li SALUTE TO DEBUSSY Debussy, with your heavenfgiven gift, How my heart swells when I hear your music! You, who were a human musical barometer, Who, not with the fear and fellowship Of a sailor wrestling with a friendly antagonist, But like a divining physician who knew All the multiple fluid emotions and possibilities, Knew and loved the ocean With all its variations, its lights and shadows, Its swells and recessions, its savagery and calmness, Its frothy foam and spray, its oily glossiness, Its stridency and its seductiveness, its limitlessness and its intimacy. Dear Muse, how you knew the sky! The blue clear spaciousness, the flufhness of scudding clouds, The heavy ominousness of stormy weather. And how well you knew the wind, Its soft sweetness in spring and autumn, Its vicious, biting strength and turbulence, Its lull and motion. Revered man of music, how thankful I am For your feeling soul that thought not Of stress and strain in mathematical terms and scientific words, But gave to the world the fairylike impressions upon your senses, Which uplift and overpower me, And just as quickly sooth and lull me into an inexplicable, dreamlike state. I thank the powers that be for you, Debussy, and raise my hand in salute. jane Mclntyre lOth Grade REFLECTIQNS OF A SENIQR QFor eleven years I have looked with longing at each year's Seniors who seemed to reign as mighty rulers over the school. They seem so old and sophisticated in comparison to the young, unassured girls in the other classes. Since all my school experience has been C. P. S. experience, the girls in the upper classes were familiar to me as I progressed along the rough road of the Grammar In Action, numerous geography books, and Adventures in Aritlif metic. It is diflicult, at this moment, for me to believe that the mere transition of a girl from the junior to the Senior year could hold such awesome significance for a shy fourth grader. It is also difficult, at this moment, to believe that I was ever shy. Now that I am beginning the second half of the Senior year I find that there is a little more than glory attached to being a Senior. There is responsibility! The Milestone is a Senior publication which requires many hours of work and effort. Each Senior class prays that it will have enough money to print the literary and art contributions of the more talented girls, the pages of Senior interest material, and, perhaps most important of all, page 65 MILESTONE photographs of the classes and the best snapshots. Now is the proper moment to raise the cry, 0urs will be the best Milestone everlll CCfOne of the more comforting aspects of being a Senior is the knowledge that at last I have decided what I shall do after I am graduated in June. I have chosen my college and the field I wish to invade. The junior year is very trying for a student who is undecided about college. For a while I was beginning to feel as though I had no ambition, talent, or energy for my life after graduation. From my twelve years at C. P. S. I feel that I have gained even more than any academic foundation for life. I know that each year, whether a year of war or peace, brings each of us an added responsibility, both to ourselves and to others, and that this responsibility must be born. Each of us has his daily work to perform, and this work will be more skillfully and perfectly done if we decide to pride ourselves in and enjoy each task. I believe that, as long as I retain this feeling of responsibility about my work, I shall be able to go through college and my life afterwards secure in the knowledge that I have gained as much as possible from living and working. Dorothy Meyer 12th Grade IT TAKES ALL KINDS Cflt is a rainy Sunday afternoon and the auditorium is crowded and stifling. You are sitting in an uncomfortable position and directly behind a pillar. Your feet are tired and pinched in your new pumps with the three inch heels. The orchestra is playing an unfamiliar symphony and you are slightly restless, having just eaten a huge chicken dinner. You slyly turn in the direction of the side door hoping rather in vain to see a man in a red and white checked suit come galloping down the stairs on a black stallion, or something equally interesting. When seconds pass and only a latecomer clatters down those same wooden stairs, you sigh and turn your interest to the study of the people around you. GfOn your left is an elderly lady with white wavy hair upon whose head is perched the latest creation in elderly women's hats. Her grayfgloved hands adjust a golden pinzefnez on the tip of her nose, and the faded eyes scan the program with interest. Presently her head turns and she looks at her diamond watch, and an expression of worry crosses her wrinkled but still handsome face. Poor thing, you think, she is probably wondering if Amanda took little Rudy, the Pekinese, out for his daily walk, and if she didn't, how restless and bothersome dear Rudy will be later on tonight. Amanda always forgets things like that. Or maybe her grandchildren are staying at her house and no doubt are up from their nap by now and are in the process of knocking over her favorite priceless Chinese vase. Your imagination is running away with itself, you think, and you turn away with a smile. CIYour interest now centers on the young man on your right, He is thin and rather pale, and his dark suit shows signs of long wear. He is leaning forward, his chin on his hand. His brown hair falls in locks on the high forehead and his dreamy eyes reveal plainly his engrossment in the music. He is undoubtedly a music student, with those long sensitive hands, who has worked hard to earn enough money to come to the concert. You can visualize his living quarters in one of the poorest sections of the city, unkempt and dark, .- gt page 66 I' ' 111 I' I. I? fi 1' CD DI 1? its only worthwhile possession being a muchfplayed piano or an expensive violin, On the floor would be sheets of music, and stacks of symphony albums. You see a hard life for him but in the end, success and recognition. Watching his rapt attention in the music, you turn guiltily away, wondering why it is you just can t seem to concentrate on the music. GfYou are succeeding fairly well when suddenly you feel a poke on your shoulder and turning suddenly, you see a chubby child's hand draw back in confusion. 'LThere now, johnnyf' a voice behind you whispers, HI told you not to be so restless. The voice lowers and you no longer can hear the fascinating conversation. However, you can visualize a young annoyed mother who is trying so hard to listen to the symphony but who spends all of her time trying to quiet johnny, who is tired and wants to go home, or who wishes he had gone to that western movie with his friend. At any rate, he probably has a stomachfache from eating too much cake at lunch, and his Sunday suit is very hot and tight. You can also see the beads of perspiration on the pretty mother's face and the look of annoyance and embarrassment that crosses it. Ch, well, you were young once yourself. If Now giving up entirely the idea of listening, you look idly around, looking for other interesting people. just as your attention turns towards a dis' tinguished looking man in the third box, the music rises to a crashing finale and breathless end. You are startled from your character observation by its suddeness, and a few seconds later, a thundering applause resounds to the roof and an endless stream of people are pouring into the aisles. llfYes, the mother has already reached the exit, Johnny safe in her grasp, a look of intense relief showing on his freckled, elfin face. The young student has finally come out of his trance and with a sigh, has put on his thin gray overcoat. The elderly lady is sitting patiently in her seat, chatting with a few of her friends nearby, waiting for a chance to limp out to the street into her black, shining car waiting at the door. GCWith a smile you realize that you haven't enjoyed a symphony so much in years. It certainly takes all kinds of people to make up the world. Arm Vail 11th Grade LEARNING TO DRIVE Clf At about the age of 16, most boys and girls wish to learn to drive, that is, if they do not know how already. This theme, though, is about the typical American boy or girl learning to drive. When the boy or girl wishes to put the question of learning to drive before his or her father, she Clet us call our pupil a shel must do so with great tact, as she well knows how father loves to show off the two year old Packard which has no dents in the fender or green paint off the garage door on its beautiful grey Hnish. Well, sister has finally thought of the approach: She will tell father that Mr. Brown Cher father's worst enemy whom he will never be outdone byj has let Mary take driving lessons and that Mr. Brown is very cocky because Mary is the Hrst one in the junior Class who can drive. That statement, of course, swells pride in fatheras heart and he refuses to be outdone by Mr. Brown. As a matter of fact, he says he will do better than his enemy, he will teach his Q.. 5,4 page 67 MIYLESTONE daughter to drive instead of taking her down to the Automobile Club. 'LWhy waste twenty dollars, he said, when l can teach my daughter just as well? ' Cf Sister has gotten her wish for on the next bright Sunday father and sister start off in the grey Packard without a scratch. Once upon the country highway, sister takes the car. CShe had only steered on the way out, while father controlled gas, etc.J The car starts with a lurch, almost goes off the road, and father, poor father, will grey before his time. 'Thank God, mother isn't in the car, was all he said. After the first shock, all was well and the beautiful grey car was returned to the garage, unscratched. Cf The next Sunday sister was sent to the garage for the car. Her only com' ment when the family, after a loud crash, found the bumper stuck in the garage door was that, It looks so easy when father does it. If Many more Sunday drives brought good results and father said that maybe he wouldn't grey before his time. The family also no longer hear loud crashes when sister leaves the house, the beautiful grey Packard is also still without a scratch. Soon fathers worries will begin again as brother is now 15. This time, however, I believe father will say fooey to Mr. Brown and the Auto' mobile Club will receive twenty dollars. P.S.-This theme takes place during prefwar. Betsey Wulsin 9th Grade THE FATE OF THE TINY CARVED MAIDEN ClfOn the tiny granite island of Bornholm in the southern end of the Baltic Sea, the chief occupation a century ago was fishing, and the islands best fishing boat was the venerable twofmasted schooner Matilda, which had weathered many a storm under the fond guidance of her captain, Knute Jansen. CfOn this particular day in early August the weather was ideal for fishing, the sun shining bright and warm and not even so much as a breeze to disturb the deep blue waters of the Baltic. In her berth in the broad harbor, the Matilda was being made ready with great care for an expedition to sea by her crew under the directions of her captain. Shortly all preparations were finished, and the schooner sailed lazily out to the open sea. After reaching an advantageous spot, the captain ordered the great anchor to be lowered, and the crew settled down for an uneventful day of hshing. llfAs she rocked quietly back and forth, her sails sparkling white in the sun, Captain Jansen surveyed his ship with pride from the lattermost tip of the mainmast to the forward tip of the bowsprit with its weatherfbeaten carved figurine. This tiny image portrayed a young girl with sleek black hair, who wore a ruffled ankleflength dress and a scarf loosely knotted around her neck, and held a brightly printed kerchief in her hand. This ancient Hgurehead was the only woman that hard old Captain Jansen had ever entirely given his heart to. Cf The lashing was good and the men, intent upon their lines, failed to notice the darkness quickly shadowing the sun until a flash of lightning followed by an earsplitting peal of thunder brought them to quick attention. The small vessel began to tremble wildly on the crest of the giant waves as her crew furiously began bailing out the flooded boat. The mainsail was lowered, page 68 IMI I IL Z? fi 1' C7 IV li the foresail reefed, but still the helpless vessel was rocked uncontrollably by wind and rain. The captain shouted incoherent orders to his men, deafened by the roar of the wind and the beat of the rain. flf After neverfending hours of frustrated attempts to keep the ship empty of water interspersed with hopeless prayers for deliverance from the storm, a final thunderous crash brought the foremast violently down upon the end of the bowsprit, severing it with its carved maiden from the doomed ship. Pk Pk ik GIA small boy, accompanied by his aged grandfather, is walking along the rugged shore of the tiny island of Bornholm in the southern end of the Baltic Sea. Suddenly the child stoops down, and, with a pleased cry, points to a piece of wood floating on the rippling waters a few feet out to sea. He quickly wades out and tows in his find, a tiny carved maiden whose sleek black hair, ankleflength dress, loose scarf, and faded kerchief caused the old man to gaze in melancholy surprise. He then speaks to his grandson in a low, farfaway tone: Your little figurine reminds me of another one so very like it I am tempted to believe it is the original. GK I'In my youth I used to watch the ships going in and out of the harbor and my favorite one was the Matilda, a twofmasted schooner. I remember to this day the heartbreak I experienced when the Matilda set sail one day and never returned. It was the day of the great storm when so many ships went under these very waters never to be seen again by human eyes . . . Yes-this little maiden looks very much like the Matilda's figurehead . . . I wonder . . . Ellen Tangeman 9th Grade LIGHT AND SHADOW if The small stuffy room which served doubly as a gymnasium and an audi' torium was in readiness for the evening's auspicious event. Filled with the mingled odors of rubber gym shoes and the red linament which is such comfort to aspiring young athletes who attempt to master the horizontal bars, it seemed very much more like a gym than a fitting hall to receive the great efforts of artistically inclined students. Although it was especially decorated with two rubber plants placed on each side of the narrow stage, the tumbling mats, exercise bars, and wooden horses which had been pushed back in the far corners, still dominated the scene. In the center sections, row upon row of wooden chairs, looking stubbornly and uncompromising upon the meagre wants of the human body, ranged back from the stage. These same chairs would soon hold the mothers and fathers, eager to marvel at their own child' ren's precocious abilities, and the little brothers and sisters, who were as yet too young to appreciate the excelling beauty of Willy's boy soprano voice or the tone artistry in Janet's rendition on the clarinet of Glow, Little Glow Worm, Glimmer, Glimmerf' GC But Elsie and Carl saw it, as they stood at the back of the room, as a miracuf lous enchanted land, Hlled with the Oriental splendor of a page from the Arabian Nights. The mingled odors came as heady perfumes to dull their senses and the stage with its potted rubber plants acquired all of the mystic beauty of an Indian prince's luxurious palace. Even the exercise bars and the page 69 111' I I. 1? 55 7' CD IV I? wooden horses became troops of Eastern nobles mounted, on the blackest chargers, to do homage to their new master. Carl stepped forth, leading his princess, to receive the gifts and cheers of the crowd. He seated Elsie on the velvet covered throne and raised a hand to silence the cheering throng. if Most gracious lords, we accept your bounteous presents with a grateful heart. We shall do honor to the realm to the best of our ability and the standard of our country shall rise supreme. GI With this, he turned and bowed to his princess and was about to shower golden coins upon the populace when he heard a door slam in the school. Inf stantly, the spell was shattered in a thousand tiny pieces, and the princely retinues and their master became again the wooden gym horses and the exercise bars. Where, only seconds before a golden palace, framed by bending palm trees, had been standing, an empty stage ornamented by two potted rubf ber plants now existed. The musty smells closed in about them and blotted the lavish beauty of their one time kingdom forever from this scene. Rudely, Carl pulled up his princess , so easily deposed by one slam ofa door. Cf Come on, 'Sis'. Mom said Mr. Rice told her she'd get Bred if he found us messing around here after she'd cleaned. Well, we can play somewheres else. Cf They made their exit just as the first people shuffled into the auditorium and as they reached the safety of the darkened playground, the notes of janet's practice version of her solo, played rather badly off key, came to their ears. But, by now, they were riding a magic carpet deep into the night and the world of dreams and her shrill tones came as a sad lament from the Indian prince, mourning a lost King and Queen. l f f M Lila Gantt N 'pp A0 12th Grade of- 0,f 4 T ffm My +1 X' gg, .rv 'ff uf ,M lk M' Q J J page 70 Ad' I L, IZ fi 7' CD IV 1? SOMEDAY fflf someday you are out on a sunny afternoon with nothing much to do, and if you should happen to walk down a shady lane off of Paradise Road, and stop at a large iron gate, I wouldn't blame you a bit if you were puzzled by that massive thing. What can be so very important to be guarded by such an impressive bit of iron? you ask yourself. Well, why not stop and ask someone? I'11 be glad to tell you all I can, in fact, I might even take you in when I go to see the new young master of the house. He's very young, only five, but I have great faith in him. If There, the gate's opening for us, you're surprised that it opens by itself? You see, it knows. No, don't ask me what it knows, maybe I can tell you later. Come, walk down the drive with me. Quiet, isn't it? Even the birds have stopped singing today. I think they know too. Here we are at the house. It's often been called the most beautiful home in this part of the country. Would you like to come in? I'm sure they wonit mind. I'll show you around-no, of course you won't be intruding, they wonit even notice us. Now right through here is-hello-look who's coming down the stairs. That's the new young master. He doesn't know. It's so hard to tell young people those things. Shall we follow him? He seems rather lost in his own house. Poor little fellow, all alone, he feels lonely and is puzzled by this sudden inattention. He wanders from one room to another, now sitting in a favorite chair, now gazing at a masterpiece hanging on the wall. As he thumbs through the family album it seems as if he has an idea. Let's follow, I think he's going to the music roomg yes, he is, but be quiet. He's sitting down at the piano and fingers the keysg see him smile as though the soft silvery notes tickle him. Now he runs up and down the board with his thumb and pauses as he gets to the bottom, the sound disturbs him. He brings his little list down on a low chord and a pleasing roar results. Lovely! A vision of pirates and beautiful maidens, like his mummy, appears before him and he strikes the chord again. That vanishes and in its place he becomes the great god of the storms. Now he pounds on the keys and at his command great thunder roars forth-wonderful. A little furrow appears on his forehead as he realizes his great responsibility, He must prove his strength and master' ship-he will show them. He pounds on the keys and down flashes the lightning and thunder. More and more, louder and louder. Then he stops to listen with an expression of expectant delight on his face. Wait, the little fellow stirs on the stool and a look of fear comes instead, as he hears the booming echo through and through the halls and passages. Timidly he places an outstretched hand on a low chord and presses gently, no sound, just the dying echoes of his passing storm. Then he becomes determined and strikes the keys as if to drive away all fear. He listens and the roaring echoes join each other and engulf the house in a loud crash. You have closed your eyes and gritted your teeth against the noise, and as you open them again you see the little boy sobbing in terror of the monster he has created and can no longer controlepoor lad with his head buried in his arms crying so helplessly with no one to hear. But wait, someone's coming in-stand back behind this curtain. Ah-it's his Mother. Listen. GI g'Nicky, darling, what's wrong, why are you crying? Do you know? Yes, I believe you do. page 71 MILESTiONE llf She takes him in her arms and he looks up at her with tears streaming down his little face. GC You must be brave, though, because Daddy said that you're the man of the family now and you must protect us just as he did. He said to be happy and not to grieve for him and he would wait for us-so you do understand, don't you, Nicky? GC The little boy jerks his head up and down vaguely and sighs. He can never understand grownfups when they get serious. Sad, but he'll know soon enough. GQNOW if you don't mind we must be going, you see I really can't stay long and it's getting late. Pk Pk ak Pk PIC Pk ClfWell, here we are at the gate. It has been very nice knowing you, and goodbye. What's that-my name? Really, it doesnit matter any more but it is Lieutenant Farnsworth. I was Nicky's father. Sally Fay 10th Grade page 72 X S7 M ILESTONE SENIOR CATALOG Conception Name Is Called Has Needs Fears of Usually Says Paradise Found I Don't ANN Annie A Cute A Street Van Cornell At The Think You're ALEAUGH Brother Car Pass Wilde Dentist's Very Nice! JEAN 'lGeorge' Too Ivfany A Nurse Birds New York Eating 'LOh, Leelyl BALLINGER Dates Grand Talking JANE Becky Kewpie A Coming Central On The Oh, Lawse! BECKER Knees Sedative Out Of It Station 'Phone MARY Life Sub' An MARGARET L'Meg scription to Engagef Monday Tommy Confused Hi Grace, BRYANT 'iIrish ment Pad Mornings Nice Trip? The War T GILL Gill A Bottle To Get Orphan's Next Riding 'LLet Me CRAIN Of Leg Excited Check will Xmas Tell You! Makefup be late Doing SUE DOM uSudsie Pretty Jerry Dentists Sail Something Why be Legs Boats Sweet Irritated? NANCY EARLY Panther A Lot of A Good No Paris Getting Do Ya Hear? Laughs Diet Letters Hysterical The Owning as LILA GANTT Russ Wit Same As The Pair of K'Getting The Way I - 'iPanther Dark Nylons Caught Figure Is- More Not Having Excited BARBARA 'LWalrus Clark Bobby Getting to Permission About You Kids. HEALD Pins Princeton Something Her Hair With Miss FRANCES Hixie Willie A Train Not Being California Neufeld Oh! Hicks Ticket Curly After School A L'Pony Losing Having No T LUc1E Loose A Sailor For Her Shots Laughing PhiFfle HOULISTON Leaf Latin Blondness To Take Pretty Leaving Waiting SALLY L'Sam Blue Eyes A Her Books Texas in Hyde 'LI Don't MATHrs Memory At School Park Think So Her Own Never Having DOROTHY Dottie Ideas To Take Learning Her Own With Hal 'kThat Alters MEYER About It Easy To Drive Symphony the Situation Things i'Ork MABEL 'iRip Blond Her Own Being A Trip to Writing uI'm RVDDLE Hair Helicopter Idle Oklahoma Letters Confusin' .Emo Page 74 IVI I Z, Z? 15 7' CD IV I? IDEAL SENIOR Sm1le .......... . .of Ann Albaugh Petiteness ....,... of Jean Ballinger Complexion ,..... of Jane Becker Hair .,.......,.. of Meg Bryant Poise .......... . .of Gill Crain Sweetness ........ of Sue Dom Good Disposition. .of Nancy Early Ann Albaugh, . . Jean Ballinger. . . jane Becker ..., Meg Bryant .... Gill Crain ..... Sue Dom. . . .. Nancy Early .... Lila Gantt ..... Barbie Heald .... . . . Franny Hicks. . . Lucie Houliston. Eyes. . . Nose. . . Dimples. Demuren of Lila Gantt of Barbie Heald of Franny Hicks of Lucie Houliston Blush ....... ess. .of Sally Mathis Figure ,..... of Dorothy Meyer Legs ........ of Mabel Riddle SENIOR SCNG SHEET ...... . Kentucky I Cain't Say No' 'LSlender, Tender, and Tall She Wears a Pair of Silver Wings', 'LSky Anchors Avveighn l'What is This Thing Called Love? Any Fool Can Fall In Loven How About a Cheer for the Navy I Don't Want To Set The World Cn Fire Sally Mathis ...... Dorothy Meyer . Mabe1Ridd1e. . f ' ' . . . . . . . . . Californiay Scatterbrain', 'IMy Gal Sal . Wim' jagf Wi1diAbout Harry ..Jim,. SENIOR CLASS WILL Annie leaves the finances of the Glee Club to the next great mathematician. Jeanie leaves her spectacular lunches to Lon Green. Janie leaves a few inches of her long stems to any prospective chorus girls. Meg leaves her Monday morning absences to all who can use them. Gill and Dottie leave the Friday treks to the symphony to Caroline, Betsy, and Mademoiselle. Nancy, Sue, Barbie, and Lila leave the back row in English to all other great students . Mabel leaves her coat hook to an anxious .QW f Patty Armstrong. Sz ' . . . 47 I Franny leaves her hair to Lizzie. af 7 Q X . F 5' A Sally leaves the Mariemont bus to anyone 5 'C J ' A who wants it. Q Q , ' FQ Lucie leaves her peroxide bottle to 1 . 4 ,'-f A - Snookie Otterbein. WW' f I '. 'I 1. page 75 217 I IL E? 13 7' CD IV lf SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY CII was in the midst of talking to my distant cousin on Mars when the door chimes sounded the familiar notes of Beethoven's Fifth. Hastily hanging up the Hspacphonen I rushed to the door to see who it could be. It was the mailman bringing me a large package, Special Delivery Rocket mail, no less. I seized it and rushed to my room to see what it Could contain. Imagine my surprise when I pulled out a large volume entitled Alumnae Notes, Class of 1945. I seated myself in a chair and began to thumb through the pages. As I opened to the first page I saw at the top 'iKeeping up with the graduating class of 1945 and under that I read: CII Ann Albaugh, well remembered for her famous smile, continues to make millions by posing for the Pepsodent ads. She has just been voted The girl we would most like to share our Elk's tooth with by the Ashland Chamber of Commerce. CI We have received word that Jeanie Ballinger, renowned gourmet, has shattered all records for eating continuously for fifteen straight days. Miss Ballinger is quoted as saying, I'm hungry, at the completion of her feat. fI Contacted on her Connecticut farm, Janie Becker is still saying, It's Thursday and I'm tired. She is now considered the modern Rip Van Winkle. GC'LGi1l Crain, wellfknown engineer and architect, is now completing plans for the construction of a bridge spanning the Paciic from San Francisco to Honolulu. tif Barbara Heald, whose' penfname is Moss Kaufmann, has finished her new play, Oklahoma Hayvide, which will open on Broadway next month. Incidentally, it is to star Sulullah Dom, who is also directing it. GC A new course on Beauty and the Body, to be demonstrated by the delectf able little Lucie Houliston, is opening at the CanttfEarly Reducing and Beautifying Salon. We are sure every one of you will want to start the first day. GI Mabel 'Legsi Riddle and Meg 'The Face' Bryant are now in their sevenf teenth week starring in that delightful hit comedy Beauty and the Beastf CIC Starring in the screen musical 'A Doctor's Wife,, Dorothy Meyer is now known as the poor man's Deanna Durbin. She is really wowing them in Hollywood these days. GC Frances Hicks and Sally Mathis have just opened the third IVJTXQQ branch of their famous 'Help for the lonely airmen of America' Ziff. l clubs. They're really doing a grand jobf' ! -ll GI With a sigh I closed the book to think of the days in my class when one would never have believed these girls would ever settle down and amount to something. I am proud and happy, however, to read of their success in life. if M. M. page 76 ILESTON COMMENCEMENT June the Tenth, 1944. Cincinnati Art Museuni Sl! March of the Priestsl' Star Spangled Banner Invocation Address .... Distribution of Honors Awarding of Diplomas Benediction School Song Coronation March Mendelssohn . The Reverend Edward O. Miller Sl SCHOOL SONG Ad sunimum ever In all that We dog Joyful and singing, Each year anevv, Waving our banner, Fair, shining, and true, Lovely our colors White, gold and blueg Dear school of our hearts All hail to you! Sill Music BY M eyer beer Roberta H. Sudhoff. . . . . Piano Ruth Griszrner . . . Violin page 77 MILESTONE SENIORS Joan Balyeat Ann Patton Biddle Jane Huntington Boylan Betty Woodmansee Brown Mary Todd Clapp Denise Hall Currier Nancy Jane Fry Hannah Allen Green Joyce Valerie Jungclas Janet Patterson Jeanne Pogue Clive Ramsey Mary Ellen Sprott Shirley Lee Stuth Mary Lawrence Van Antwerp Marjorie Jane Utley Carolyn Carson Waters Patricia Erica Ziemer SQ SENIOR oFP1CERs President of the Student Council ...... Class President ...., . Class VicefPresident Class Secretary . page 78 Clivia Ramsey Janet Patterson Jeanne Pogue . . Nancy Fry MILESTONE HONOR STUDENTS FIFTH GRADE Aline Andraud Anne Forester Patricia Geiger SIXTH GRADE jill Chapman SEVENTH GRADE Charlotte Craig Haven Jones Carol Lockwood EIGHTH GRADE Toni Avery Elizabeth Carson Clorinda Goltra Caroline Stanley Ellen Tangeman Jane Vinsonhaler Betsey Wulsin S2 NINTH GRADE Karlanne Foley TENTH GRADE Harriet Biery Cameron Dill Ann Vail ELEVENTH GRADE Dorothy Meyer TWELFTH GRADE Betty Brown Denise Currier Nancy Fry Hannah Green Olivia Ramsey Membership Ticket awarded by the Alliance Francaise . . Nancy Early Membership Ticket awarded by the Foreign Policy Ass'n . . . jane Becker Membership Ticket awarded by the Mercantile Library . .... Cameron Dill Membership Tickets awarded by the Three Arts Club . . . Music, Dorothy Meyer Art, Harriet Biery The Junior Red Cross Certificate for the course in First Aid- Elizabeth Carson, Anne Durham, Clorinda Goltra, Molly Maish, Carolyn Marsh, Janna Marvin, Kitty Beall Morris, Peggy Shaffer, Caroline Stanley, Ellen Tangeman, Dorothy Ann Wood, Ann Wright. SQ MILESTONE AWARDS Primary Drawing Prize ............ Intermediate Drawing Prize ..... High School Drawing Prize. . . High School Design Prize ...... Intermediate Prose, First Prize ..., Intermediate Prose, Second Prize .,.. Intermediate Poetry, First Prize ..... Intermediate Poetry, Second Prize .,... High School Prose, First Prize .... High School Prose, Second Prize .... High School Poetry Prize .,......... High School Short Story, First Prize ..,. High School Short Story, Second Prize ..... Page 79 . . . .Polly Perry , .Robin Carrier ,Olivia Ramsey .Olivia Ramsey . . , . . ,Nancy Foshay . . . . .Aline Andraud Ellen Tangeman .Patricia Geiger . .Cameron Dill . .Carol Waters . .Jean Stuebing .Olivia Ramsey . . .Mary Clapp IMI I IL EZ 15 7' CJ IV Z? ALUMNAE NOTES ENGAGEMENTS Mary Helen Ball to Lt, Robert G. Hogan Olivia Ramsey to Lt. Duncan Brown Barbara Knight Feid to Lt. Edwin john Mullens IH Gloria Lee Wamsley to Sgt. Eugene Frederick Fisher, Jr Allyne May Wunsch to Charles Arnold duBois Martha Ann Goodyear to Robert Childs Mason MARRIAGES Cynthia Ault and Capt. Louis Clark Stephens Emily Allen and Capt. Polk Laifoon III Helen Boswell and Lt. Franklin Hawkins Martha Cherrington and Frederick Lewis Allen, jr. Emma Poor Hill and Charles Terry Porter Brooks Johnstone and Capt. james Armstrong Saltsman Marjorie McCullough and Homer Edward Lunken Kathleen Rodgers Liggett and Thomas Oliver Dunlap jane Radcliffe Muth and Walker Young Gibbs Nancy Bosart Turner and M. Earl Tedtman Ruth Eyrich and Robert Glazer Jane Shepard and Lt. Bruce Frederick Lowe Paula Maue and Charles Bullock Dickson Mary Jo Williams and Capt. Stanley Allen Helene Wilson and Lt. Rodney S. Bryson Nancy Sullivan Guptill and Robert Romell Katherine Wulsin and Robert Amidon jane Terry and Edward Kendrick Nathen Barbara Slade and Ens. Robert Arnold Wyman BIRTHS jean Kirk Somerville, a girl , Ruth Schiear Gentile, a girl Evelyn Pendery Rush, a boy Marjorie Shewman Murphy, a girl Rita Romell Doepke, a girl Nancy McLaughlin Dammon, a boy Florence Howard Warrener, a girl Mary Katherine Henshaw Burk, a girl Winifred King Lurhman, a girl Peggy Pogue MacNeale, a girl Caroline Matthews Bell, a girl Mary Louise Koehler Woodward, a girl Marcelle Serodino Loethen, a boy Lee Avery Poor, a girl Evelyn Bosworth Brooks, a boy page 80 nr QW 0 ,Jim Q Q K oo A X. f ? -Cf, h wP-A 7 qobl I, A-:1 Jig, J N Q jp mx V fslyg XX 5 cw J y 9 J fx ws wx 6 Of KGMJJW MQ B MILESTONE O mo T - ON-N-'vw 0-NL. 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